Zhang Yang had actually thought it through very clearly.
For Chris to be willing to accompany him on this trip meant that, to some extent, she had already prepared herself to lose her life.
Everything had a price tag. Life included.
Zhang Yang had simply seen Chris's sincerity, been moved by it, and been willing to pay the money in advance.
"Are you sure you want to buy my life?" Chris did not resist the hand Zhang Yang had under her chin. She merely spoke softly. "One million dollars. Is that too expensive?"
"Very reasonable. It's in line with the market." Zhang Yang smiled, released Chris's chin, and lowered his hand. "Give me an account number. I'll have someone transfer the money. Don't worry, it'll be sent before we leave."
Mercenaries' pay was nowhere near as high as people imagined.
Too many former special forces soldiers worked for base pay while risking their lives every day. Only death benefits amounted to a substantial sum, ranging from hundreds of thousands to a million dollars.
Chris had not named an unreasonable price.
Chris froze, seemingly not expecting Zhang Yang to agree so readily.
"Mr. Zhang, thank you for your trust. If anyone wants to hurt you, they'll have to step over my corpse first."
"Do I look like someone who needs protection?" Zhang Yang asked half-jokingly. "Do you think I'm weak?"
Chris's gaze swept over Zhang Yang, and she suddenly smiled.
"Although you have a body that drives women wild and makes men feel inferior, a good physique doesn't necessarily mean strength. In my eyes, you still need protection."
"Remove your armor." Zhang Yang uttered words that left Chris somewhat confused.
A puzzled look appeared on her face.
"Looks like you didn't understand what I meant." Zhang Yang smiled and explained the